Carol had showered, selected clothing and dressed. She was meeting her old friend Janice, the one she had had that strange dream about, in town for coffee.
Janice had not had a good experience with marriage. She certainly envied Carol's happy relationship with Mike. They had been friends since school, primary school even and they had talked of all sorts of things over the years. Janice had confided, many times, that whilst she did not miss her separated husband one little bit she did miss the sex -- not that she had any intention of starting another relationship, not for a long while - once bitten, twice shy. But she did miss the sex.
They had giggled about masturbation, Janice clearly being sort of relieved to find despite Mike, Carol still did that and it was not just solitary her doing it. That lead to a discussion about not just fantasies but 'objects,' things to assist, rounded penile shaped things and others. It had interested Carol to hear what Janice used - not simply the hairbrush handle of teenage years! Carol had then mentioned she had a remarkably realistic thing -- a rubber cast of a real whopper. And that lead to a request to borrow. So funny handing over Mr Girrson's cast carefully boxed in the supermarket a few days later.
It amused and rather interested Carol to ask what Janice had thought, the next time they met. There it sat on the table between them, somewhat incongruously between the mugs of coffee at Carol's house. It, a completely real looking erection albeit in black silicone and without the man.
Janice had originally asked where she had got it and Carol had been circumspect. This time she was pressed.
"I didn't buy it - I made it."
"Is it Mike's cock?"
"No. Though I have one of his too."
"Some other man? You haven't...?"
"No," said Carol almost truthfully, "I'm just for Mike... only I do play with this other one."
"Play! For real? You must have done to take the mould in the first place I suppose. You do, for real?"
"Mmmm!"
"What do you do... why?"
"It just happened. It's no big deal. We like to sit and chat about things. You know, naked and tease each other."
Janice giggled. "Oooh, fun. But you must have touched to have made the mould."
"Well, yes."
"Big isn't it? Did you suck it - did you suck... all the way?"
"Janice!"
"Well, did you? I certainly did with that!" She pointed at the table and then picked it up and held it, opening her mouth and then looked sidelong at Carol and winked.
"Yes, I've sucked: but I've not done the real thing."
"Difficult to resist I'd have thought. It's big, a lot bigger than Dan's." She pulled a face.
Carol thought Janice was being unfair. As far as she remembered from university... well, Dan and she had been an item for a short time back then and Carol had certainly handled his cock quite a few times. It had been big enough.
"Go on, Carol. Who is it if it's not Mike? Is he young, tall, handsome, black?"
"I'm not saying. He's ever so nice though."
"Would he be prepared... I mean I'm not attached and I'm a bit, you know."
Carol had not expected that, had not expected now that Janice had borrowed Carol's rubber Mr Girrson , she might then want to borrow and try the real thing. Carol, all of a sudden, felt strangely possessive over Mr Girrson's cock. She saw it as sort of hers, her discovery, her thing to play with. On the other hand there was her fantasy of the handmaiden . She had often thought how fun it would be not only to play with a penis but have it so under her control that she could actually insert it into another woman and make it do its thing. She felt possessive but if she was to blindfold her friend and take him to Mr Girrson and then for Janice to do as she said... that would be fun. But if she did that, blindfolded her, then Janice could not find him again. Total control of intercourse and indeed total control of her friend. She could drive her there blindfold.
"I suppose..." she said and Janice's eyes widened as she explained her plan.
Of course it was not just Janice who had to consent but Mr Girrson. To say he was surprised when she outlined the idea would be an understatement.
"You've a friend to whom you lent that copy of my, um, you know... and now she wants.., does she know how old I am?"
"She knows nothing about you except for this." Carol's fingers slid up and down his exposed erection. It had seemed better to broach the idea when he was in a state of sexual excitement - and he certainly was. His penis was there lying on his stomach, all hard and lovely and he was letting her toy. "She's pretty, big boobs - surely you'd like a bit of a change from my hand?"
"Well, and your mouth Carol! I've not exactly missed what you've done with that. So kind."
Carol took that as a hint - that she was to be 'kind' - and her mouth descended. As her fingers had been doing she let her tongue slide up and down the raised ridge from balls to fraenum. Up and down several times before her lips slipped wetly over his knob. She suckled contentedly for a while. Carol liked sucking a penis: Mr Girrson liked having his penis sucked. It was of mutual benefit.
Unsurprisingly Mr Girrson had no real objection to the plan and was rewarded, for his agreement, by an absolutely delightful ejaculation straight into Carol's mouth, a teeth clenching, powerful orgasm. She built it for him carefully. Almost bringing him to ejaculation and then resting a bit, letting him recover with her head lying on his stomach and her eyes looking at the swollen knob with its weeping eye knowing she would shortly be sucking it again. When she finally let him come it was a real deluge in her mouth. A wonderful ejaculation for him and her. It was her stroking tongue on his fraenum which so made it for him. It was most everything that made it for Carol. She enjoyed it all.
Carol had slipped around to his house soon after Mike had headed off to work that morning to broach her plan with Mr Girrson. She did not do that absolutely every day but it was becoming a bit of a habit and Mr Girrson was clearly becoming used to the idea. Probably the regular exercise (by Carol) of his organ had strengthened its reaction. She thought he was erecting easier than before and his semen more plentiful.
"Morning Mr Girrson, thought you might make me a cup of coffee. It's early I know but be a sweetie." She gave him a peck on the cheek.
Mr Girrson knew the drill, knew she would prefer if he was naked - making the coffee naked - and, as she had hoped, her short dress and lack of a brassiere had its effect. She was respectable enough to be seen in the street, at least from a distance! She was unworried people might see her going into Mr Girrson's. She had let slip to her neighbours that he sometimes needed a bit of help. They were unlikely to have appreciated what sort of help!
She could see the tenting coming in his dressing gown and was very pleased with what she saw when he took it off. An old man indeed but what a magnificent cock! Lovely to see it jutting upwards and swaying as he walked into the kitchen to make the coffee. A pleasure for Carol to see him grinding the beans with his knob knocking against the edge of the worktop - rather getting in the way!
